Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass,

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

Determine On Some Course More Than A Wild Exposure To Each Chance.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!