I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

So Shaken As We Are, So Wan With Care, Find We A Time For Frighted Peace To Pant And Breathe Short-winded Accents Of New Broils To Be Commenced In Stronds Afar Remote.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.