Give to your profession but a sounding name,
Then cut up the devil without fear or shame.
Be sure to call it business whatever you may do,
And if you have sufficient gall that will pull you through.
Now throughout this prison rays cathodal dart,
And read the hidden secrets of each convict heart.
Some have wrought vile deeds, and wrought them o'er and o'er,
That surely proves them rotten to their inmost core.
And here are wretched fiends, who with consumate art,
Ravish every instinct of the human heart.