Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?