What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone,

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

Why This Is Hell, Nor Am I Out Of It: Thinkst Thou That I Who Saw The Face Of God, And Tasted The Eternal Joys Of Heaven, Am Not Tormented With Ten Thousand Hells In Being Deprived Of Everlasting Bliss! . . . When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.