O Winter, Ruler Of The Inverted Year!

How! Leap Into The Pit Our Life To Save? To Save Our Life Leap All Into The Grave.

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.

In A Fleshly Tomb, I Am Buried Above Ground.

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.

A Moral, Sensible, And Well-bred Manwill Not Affront Me, And No Other Can.