To Be Now A Sensible Man, By

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

For This, Be Sure, Tonight Thou Shalt Have Cramps, Side-stitches That Shall Pen Thy Breath Up. Urchins Shall Forth At Vast Of Night That They May Work All Exercise On Thee. Thou Shalt Be Pinched As Thick As Honeycomb, Each Pinch More Stinging Than Bees That Made 'em.