The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

Without Question It May Be Said Of Vancouver That Her Position, Geographically, Is Imperial To A Degree, That Her Possibilities Are Enormous, And That With But A Feeble Stretch Of The Imagination Those Possibilities Might Wisely Be Deemed Certainties.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!