Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.

Physicians Mend Or End Us, Secundum Artem; But Although We Sneer - In Health - When Ill We Call Them To Attend Us, Without The Least Propensity To Jeer

Have Not All Past Human Beings Parted, And Must Not All The Present, One Day Part?

Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!