There Will Be Killing Till The Score

Long Exercised In Woes.

Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.