O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

Thus Die I, Thus, Thus, Thus. Now Am I Dead, Now Am I Fled; My Soul Is In The Sky: Tongue, Lose Thy Light; Moon Take Thy Flight. Now Die, Die, Die, Die, Die.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.