To Err Is Human; To

Hear How The Birds, On Ev'ry Blooming Spray, With Joyous Musick Wake The Dawning Day.

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

No More Was Seen The Human Form Divine.

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.