A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!