One Sip Of This Will Bathe The

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.

So Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear,farewell Remorse: All Good To Me Is Lost;evil,be Thou My Good.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.