Death Rock Me Asleep.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assur D, Glassy Essence, Like An Angry Ape, Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven, As Make The Angels Weep.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

In Jest, There Is Truth.

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.