O, How Full Of Briers Is This

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.