And He Goes Through Life,

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presagers Of My Speaking Breast, Who Plead For Love, And Look For Recompense, More Than That Tongue That More Hath More Expressed.

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.