The Time Is Out Of

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

O, Wonder! How Many Goodly Creatures Are There Here! How Beauteous Mankind Is! O Brave New World, That Has Such People In't!

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

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