Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I now not,
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -
Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addd are -
Pelf they are, dare I say!
Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltry
I say that deviltry -'tis forsooth deviltry!-
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is He suffer'd.
"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!",
And died they of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their fatlings -
They are slaughtering 'hemselves.
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And dare I say this burthen weightful was,
Wrack of His machine -like motion was I namd,
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike -yet whettd and dight are its edges...
[00:48.93]Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I now not,
[01:05.70]Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -
[01:09.06]Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
[01:29.70]August of a granditude of servants is He held,
[01:38.01]And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addd are -
[02:25.44]Pelf they are, dare I say!
[02:30.84]Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltry
[02:32.22]I say that deviltry -'tis forsooth deviltry!-
[02:39.21]Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
[02:49.11]To claim the glore is He suffer'd.
[02:57.63]"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!",
[03:05.97]And died they of starvation;
[03:06.69]They are not slaughtering their fatlings -
[03:15.12]They are slaughtering 'hemselves.
[03:30.87]Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
[03:35.07]And dare I say this burthen weightful was,
[03:44.97]Wrack of His machine -like motion was I namd,
[03:52.08]Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
[04:00.81]The machine alike -yet whettd and dight are its edges...