The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once.

—What happen then, Mr Bones?

if be you cares to say.

—Henry. Henry became interested in women’s bodies,

his loins were & were the scene of stupendous achievement.

Stupor. Knees, dear. Pray.

All the knobs & softnesses of, my God,

the ducking & trouble it swarm on Henry,

at one time.

—What happen then, Mr Bones?

you seems excited-like.

—Fell Henry back into the original crime: art, rime

besides a sense of others, my God, my God,

and a jealousy for the honour (alive) of his country,

what can get more odd?

and discontent with the thriving gangs & pride.

—What happen then, Mr Bones?

—I had a most marvellous piece of luck. I died.