God Guard Me From Those Thoughts Men Think In The Mind Alone; He That Sings A Lasting Song Thinks In A Marrow-Bone; From All That Makes A Wise Old Man That Can Be Praised Of All; O What Am I That I Should Not Seem For The Song'S Sake A Fool? I Pray, For Word Is Out And Prayer Comes Round Again, That I May Seem, Though I Die Old, A Foolish, Passionate Man.