Teach Me I Am Forgotten By The Dead

Teach me I am forgotten by the dead And that the dead is by herself forgot And I no longer would keep terms with me. I would not murder, steal, or fornicate, Nor with ambition break the peace of towns But I would bury my ambition The hope & action of my sovereign soul In miserable ruin. Nor a hope Should ever make a holiday for me I would not be the fool of accident I would not have a project seek an end That needed aught Beyond the handful of my present means The sun of Duty drop from his firmament To be a rushlight for each petty end I would not harm my fellow men On this low argument, 'twould harm myself.