For If He Like A Madman Lived;

I Must Speak The Truth, And Nothing But The Truth.

God Who Gives The Wound Gives The Salve.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

Blessed Be Those Happy Ages That Were Strangers To The Dreadful Fury Of These Devilish Instruments Of Artillery, Whose Inventor I Am Satisfied Is Now In Hell, Receiving The Reward Of His Cursed Invention, Which Is The Cause That Very Often A Cowardly Base Hand Takes Away The Life Of The Bravest Gentleman.