Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

His Heart As Far From Fraud As Heaven From Earth.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.