Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

No, No, No, No! Come, Let's Away To Prison: We Two Alone Will Sing Like Birds I' The Cage: When Thou Dost Ask Me Blessing, I'll Kneel Down, And Ask Of Thee Forgiveness: So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies, And Hear Poor Rogues Talk Of Court News; And We'll Talk With Them Too, Who Loses And Who Wins; Who's In, Who's Out; And Take Upon's The Mystery Of Things, As If We Were God's Spies: And We'll Wear Out, In A Wall'd Prison, Packs And Sects Of Great Ones, That Ebb And Flow By The Moon.