On The Bat’s Back I

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension.

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.