My Brain Is Dull, My

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat

My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop Hinders Needle And Thread.

Pity It Is To Slay The Meanest Thing.

Tis Like The Birthday Of The World, When Earth Was Born In Bloom; The Light Is Made Of Many Dyes, The Air Is All Perfume: There's Crimson Buds, And White And Blue, The Very Rainbow Showers Have Turned To Blossoms Where They Fell, And Sown The Earth With Flowers.