Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book

Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

No Craving Void Left Aching In The Soul.