The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common.
The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.
Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.
The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.