A Man Can Be Honest In Any

For All His Tattooings He Was On The Whole A Clean, Comely Looking Cannibal.

My Body Is But The Lees Of My Better Being.

In Thoughts Of The Visions Of The Night, I Saw Long Rows Of Angels In Paradise, Each With His Hands In A Jar Of Spermaceti.

Top-heavy Was The Ship As A Dinnerless Student With All Aristotle In His Head.

Let Faith Oust Fact; Let Fancy Oust Memory; I Look Deep Down And Do Believe.