Do Not Mourn The Dead With The

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.