This Indigested Vomit Of The

Now Therefore, While The Youthful Hue Sits On Thy Skin Like Morning Dew, And While Thy Willing Soul Transpires At Every Pore With Instant Fires Now Let Us Sport Us While We May, And Now, Like Amorous Birds Of Prey, Rather At Once Our Time Devour Than Languish In His Slow-chapped Power. Let Us Roll Our Strength And All Our Sweetness Up Into One Ball And Tear Our Pleasures With Rough Strife Through The Iron Gates Of Life: Thus, While We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run.

And All The Way, To Guide Their Chime, With Falling Oars They Kept Their Time.

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

Self-preservation, Nature's First Great Law, All The Creatures, Except Man, Doth Awe.

But At My Back I Always Hear Time's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near.