High Thoughts Must Have High

Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old Jokes, Master, At Which The Audience Never Fail To Laugh?

Full Of Wiles, Full Of Guile, At All Times, In All Ways, Are The Children Of Men.

To Plunder, To Lie, To Show Your Arse, Are Three Essentials For Climbing High.

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

Times Change. The Vices Of Your Age Are Stylish Today.