I Own The Soft Impeachment.

I Open With A Clock Striking, To Beget An Awful Attention In The Audience - It Also Marks The Time, Which Is Four O Clock In The Morning, And Saves A Description Of The Rising Sun, And A Great Deal About Gilding The Eastern Hemisphere.

I Own The Soft Impeachment.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

If I Reprehend Anything In This World, It Is The Use Of My Oracular Tongue, And A Nice Derangement Of Epitaphs!

Tale-bearers Are As Bad As The Tale-makers.