Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake.

I Shall Carry To The Catacombs Of Age, Photographically Lined On The Tablet Of My Mind

It's True I've Got No Shirts To Wear; It's True My Butcher's Bill Is Due; It's True My Prospects All Look Blue - But Don't Let That Unsettle You.

If You're Anxious To Shine In The High Aesthetic Line As A Man Of Culture Rare, You Must Get Up All The Germs Of The Transcendental Terms, And Plant Them Everywhere.

Bind Up Their Wounds - But Look The Other Way.

I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General