Fury iz the tornado ov the inner man, a thunder shower, a blak kloud
phull ov litening, a tiger out ov hiz kage, a maniak armed, a bull in
fli time.
Fury knows no law only its strength, like a rocket, it whizzes till it
busts, and when it haz bust, like a rocket, it iz but a senseless and
burnt reed.
Fury iz the argument ov tyrants, and the revenge ov the embecile, the
courage ov the kat, and the glowing embers ov dispair.
Fury makes the hornet respektabel, and the pissmire a laffing stok, it
makes the eagle allmoste human, and clothes the little wren, battling
for her brood, with a halo sublime.
Indeed! indeed!