Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.

You Common Cry Of Curs! Whose Breath I Hate As Reek O' The Rotten Fens, Whose Loves I Prize As The Dead Carcasses Of Unburied Men That Do Corrupt My Air, I Banish You; And Here Remain With Your Uncertainty!

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!