A Name, It Has More Than Nominal

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

The Year's In Wane; There Is Nothing Adorning; The Night Has No Eve, And The Day Has No Morning; Cold Winter Gives Warning!

When Eve Upon The First Of Men The Apple Press'd With Specious Cant, Oh! What A Thousand Pities Then That Adam Was Not Adamant!

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat