You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.