O, I Have Suffered With Those That

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.