Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To

When My Mouth Shall Be Filled With Dust, And The Worm Shall Feed, And Feed Sweetly Upon Me, When The Ambitious Man Shall Have No Satisfaction If The Poorest Alive Tread Upon Him, Nor The Poorest Receive Any Contentment In Being Made Equal To Princes, For They Shall Be Equal But In Dust.

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.