Oh, For A Forty-parson Power To Chant

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

We Of The Craft Are All Crazy.

Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous When It Comes Late In Life.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

A Material Resurrection Seems Strange And Even Absurd Except For Purposes Of Punishment, And All Punishment Which Is To Revenge Rather Than Correct Must Be Morally Wrong, And When The World Is At An End, What Moral Or Warning Purpose Can Eternal Tortures Answer?