Lord, what fools these mortals be
And filled with vile hypocrisy,
And should they e'er be graced to see
Let them learn of it
Spread their lids and still their tongues,
Halt their pens and freeze their guns,
Draw the demons from their lungs,
Champing at the bit.
Let them live as birds and beasts,
On sweetest reason let them feast,
Like Faerie, where is only peace,
In pace, requiscat.
