The winter of our sad dementia Now has shown its mark And rudely claimed its place Amongst the ills of men. Now Has our Brother Michael shewn His cracked and frozen spirit to us all, His heart full-frozen in cruel Winter's thrall And all that once was kind, or nice Has fled him, in a flight from ice. Thus has a noble spirit left behind Only the shell of a much, much younger mind That spits and wails, demeaning honest folk Discoloring their discourse with crude bathroom jokes. Go to! Go to! Your soul has not yet died, Go seek the solace of your fireside And when in warmth and comfort are made whole, Return and show thine higher, better soul! Oliver Jakes Philler April, 1813 Rhymes for Raparacious Reasoning Diddle, Squat and Dripp, pubs., Micturition-on-Monde, Essex
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