On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

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.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.