O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

I Bear A Charmed Life.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.