Life Seems A Jest Of Fate's Contriving.

There Is Nothing So Desperately Monotonous As The Sea, And I No Longer Wonder At The Cruelty Of Pirates.

Who's Not Sat Tense Before His Own Heart's Curtain.

A Marciful Providunce Fashioned Us Holler O' Purpose Thet We Might Our Principles Swaller.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.

Tis As Easy To Be Heroes As To Sit The Idle Slaves.