There Is Throats To Be Cut, And

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Thou Hast Seen A Farmer's Dog Bark At A Beggar? And The Creature Run From The Cur. There Thou Mightst Behold The Great Image Of Authority-a Dog's Obeyed In Office.

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

... And Death Unloads Thee.