The broad highway to poverty and need - Is, much to build and many mouths to feed

O Bruscus, cease our aching ears to vex - with thy loud railing, at the softer sex; No accusation worse than this could be - That once a woman did give birth to thee

I loved thee beautiful and kind, and plighted an eternal vow; so altered are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now

We feed upon each other's mouths and minds like ants with social stomachs.

We'd like to build a highway for healing and unity.

I loved thee beautiful and kind, and plighted an eternal vow; so altered are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now