What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine

Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of The Minnows? Mark You His Absolute 'shall'?

. . . Nothing In His Life Became Him Like The Leaving It; He Died As One That Had Been Studied In His Death To Throw Away The Dearest Thing He Owed, As 'twere A Careless Trifle.

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.