They Are But Beggars That Can Count

Were All The Letters Sun, I Could Not See One.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

Up And Down, Up And Down I Will Lead Them Up And Down I Am Feared In Field In Town Goblin, Lead Them Up And Down

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.