Do Not Cast Away An Honest Man

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.