I Am Ashes Where Once I Was

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!

Tis Said That Persons Living On Annuities Are Longer Lived Than Others.