Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.