(the Pig) Hath A Fair Sepulchre In

I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart, Nor Thy Library.

Be Not Frightened At The Hard Words "imposition," "imposture;" Give And Ask No Questions. Cast Thy Bread Upon The Waters. Some Have, Unawares, Entertained Angels.

Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

I Am Retired Leisure. I Am To Be Met With In Trim Gardens. I Am Already Come To Be Known By My Vacant Face And Careless Gesture, Perambulating At No Fixed Pace Nor With Any Settled Purpose. I Walk About; Not To And From.

By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.