O Vanity! You Are The Lever By

For What Did The Creator Prepare Me,why Did He So Terribly Contradictthe Hopes Of My Youth?

In People's Eyes I Readpages Of Malice And Sin.

And I, As I Lived, In An Alien Landwill Die A Slave And An Orphan.

I Am Like A Mariner Born And Bred On Board A Buccaneer Brig Whose Soul Has Become So Inured To Storm And Strife That If Cast Ashore He Would Weary And Languish No Matter How Alluring The Shady Groves And How Bright The Gentle Sun.

What Of It? If I Die, I Die. It Will Be No Great Loss To The World, And I Am Thoroughly Bored With Life. I Am Like A Man Yawning At A Ball; The Only Reason He Does Not Go Home To Bed Is That His Carriage Has Not Arrived Yet.