Had I time enough and skill
A discordant song for you I would compose
With hate the worn out horn my breathe would fill
For, singing for your collapse would be mine purpose.
Why should I not revenge
When daily the bins you make me scavenge ?

Had I money enough and power
I would for only you cut-throats hire
Or a trunk call hell make
Inviting Satan's disciples for soul to bake,
Kneel before your meanness and pray
For to my hate you could have fallen prey.

Had I keys to the wind's bank
In your sleep you would become blank
For air in your room I would remove
Happily I would know in rank none is above,

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