Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number ho;
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme?
But to write and read comes by nature;
To live still and write mine epitaph.

Why should I write this down, that's so riveted?
Oh blame me not if I no more can write.
But I will write again;
Write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan.

Take forth paper, fold it, write upon it;
So to the laws at large I write.
I'll call for pen and ink and write my mind;
For who's so dumb that cannot write?

Spit this blessed selfishness!
     Spit in his face,
     Spit in her face,
     Spit in my face,
     Spit on his eyes,
     Spit upon him that is clean.

Spit at the thought,
     Spit it forth.
     Spit on the great city,
     Spit upon them,
     Spit upon him, Spit upon him, Spit upon him.

"Take care not to spit against the wind!"

* Concordance of "spit" lines:
1) Thus Spake Zarathustra (Nietzsche); 
2) Deuteronomy 25, Matthew 26; 
3) Numbers 12; 
4) Job 30; 
5) Matthew 27; Mark 10, 14, 15;
    Book of Mormon: Nephi 19; Alma 8, 14; 
6) Levitticus 15; 
7) Bhagavad-Gita; 
8) Apocrypha, 
9) Zarathustra; 
10) Apocropha; 
11) Mormon: Alma 23; 
12) Zarathustra.