The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.
My wretched dragon is perplexed.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.
All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will