No Creature Smarts So Little As A

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.

So Modern 'pothecaries, Taught The Art By Doctor's Bills To Play The Doctor's Part, Bold In The Practice Of Mistaken Rules, Prescribe, Apply, And Call Their Masters Fools.

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.