Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment, And Then Have We A Prescription To Die When Death Is Our Physician.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Moulds, All Germens Spill At Once That Makes Ingrateful Man!