I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.