I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains

Well, Heaven Forgive Him! And Forgive Us All! Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall: Some Run From Brakes Of Ice, And Answer None: And Some Condemned For A Fault Alone.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.