Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.