While the other is laid on the shelf,
And what tenants these cells of the Brain?
It is just the Unconscious Self!
Now suppose that this essence inspires
All acts that give Moralists pain,
That ferocious passions it fires,
Why the sinner may guiltless remain!
He may forge, and may hurry to Spain
With a parcel of alien pelf,
But the culprit's that Side of his Brain,