Lord Brighton to his assembled family, Georgetown, 1654

And thou art all but sheep

Born to breed and die

And I art one too, but more, a ram with horns

With which I will wrest all I can from this mortal realm.

And yes, I have spokest past that one should know ones place,

But at once, one must understand not everything one deserves is easily attained.

Much also, must be torn free, like hard flesh from bone to be feasted on.

And if you will not join me, very well.

I shall leave thee all with my hoof’s dust prints,

To die far away, with the true, worldly experience of ten scores of thee all.

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