Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

But 'midst The Crowd, The Hum, The Shock Of Men, To Hear, To See, To Feel, And To Possess, And Roam Along, The World's Tired Denizen, With None Who Bless Us, None Whom We Can Bless.

Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge Fire Shine, And Cooks In Motion With Their Clean Arms Bared.

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.

It Is Very Iniquitous To Make Me Pay My Debts - You Have No Idea Of The Pain It Gives One.