One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.
The deed will be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed possible, and, if possible ..., we'll save all the souls and send them happily off to their abode.
I am going to seek a great purpose, draw the curtain, the farce is played.
To good and true love, fear is forever affixed.
Bring down the curtain, the farce is over
Bottle, whose Mysterious Deep Do's ten thousand Secrets keep, With attentive Ear I wait; Ease my Mind, and speak my Fate.