Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.