So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or Gust, Yet Cry, If Man's Unhappy, God's Unjust.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.