And Write About It, Goddess, And About

Thus Let Me Live, Unseen, Unknown, Thus Unlamented Let Me Die, Steal From The World, And Not A Stone Tell Where I Lie.

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Oft In Dreams Invention We Bestow To Change A Flounce Or Add A Furbelow.

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

Coffee Which Makes The Politician Wise, And See Through All Things With His Half-shut Eyes.