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