A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

Be Patient, For The World Is Broad And Wide.

For Now I Stand As One Upon A Rock Environed With A Wilderness Of Sea, Who Marks The Waxing Tide Grow Wave By Wave, Expecting Ever When Some Envious Surge Will In His Brinish Bowels Swallow Him.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.