Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.