Will yield his foe an inch of ether.
Now to the wretches give no quarter,
Pound them in indignation’s mortar;
Let not the women nor the men chance
To ’scape the pestle of your vengeance!
Make cerebrum and cerebellum,
To rattle like a roll of vellum,
And occiput of every numhead,
To sound as loud as kettle-drum head.
With fell trepaning perforator,