I Do Not Believe In Any Religion,

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

I Think The Worst Woman That Ever Existed Would Have Made A Man Of Very Passable Reputation -- They Are All Better Than Us And Their Faults Such As They Are Must Originate With Ourselves.

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!

With Flowing Tail And Flying Mane, Wide Nostrils Never Stretched By Pain, Mouth Bloodless To Bit Or Rein, And Feet That Iron Never Shod, And Flanks Unscar'd By Spur Or Rod, A Thousand Horses - The Wild - The Free - Like Waves That Follow O'er The Sea, Came Thickly Thundering On.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.