O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Moulds, All Germens Spill At Once That Makes Ingrateful Man!

There Is A Law In Each Well-ordered Nation To Curb Those Raging Appetites That Are Most Disobedient And Refractory.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.