Easy Writing's Curst Hard Reading.

I Was Struck All On A Heap.

There Is No Trusting Appearances.

Believe That Story False That Ought Not To Be True.

Illiterate Him, I Say, Quite From Your Memory.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.