Could I Find A Place To Be

See Ye Not, Courtesy Is The True Alchemy, Turning To Gold All It Touches And Tries?

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!

It's Past Parsons To Console Us: No, Nor No Doctor Fetch For Me: I Can Die Without My Bolus; Two Of A Trade, Lass, Never Agree! Parson And Doctor!--don't They Love Rarely Fighting The Devil In Other Men's Fields! Stand Up Yourself And Match Him Fairly: Then See How The Rascal Yields!

In Tragic Life, God Wot, No Villain Need Be! Passions Spin The Plot: We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within.