Be Content To Remember That

The Moment A Man Talks To His Fellows He Begins To Lie.

When You Have Lost Your Inns, Drown Your Empty Selves, For You Will Have Lost The Last Of England.

That I Grow Sour, Who Only Lack Delight; That I Descend To Sneer, Who Only Grieve: That From My Depth I Should Contemn Your Height; That With My Blame My Mockery You Receive; Huntress And Splendour Of The Woodland Night, Diana Of This World, Do Not Believe.

Here Richly, With Ridiculous Display, The Politician's Corpse Was Laid Away. While All Of His Acquaintance Sneered And Slanged I Wept: For I Had Longed To See Him Hanged.

Be Content To Remember That Those Who Can Make Omelettes Properly Can Do Nothing Else.