The Soul's Rialto Hath Its Merchandise, I

Men Get Opinions As Boys Learn To Spell By Reiteration Chiefly.

What Monster Have We Here? A Great Deed At This Hour Of Day? A Great Just Deed - And Not For Pay? Absurd - Or Insincere?

He's Just, Your Cousin, Ay, Abhorrently, He'd Wash His Hands In Blood, To Keep Them Clean.

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.