If The Skies Fall, One May Hope

I Do Not Drink More Than A Sponge.

I Build Only Living Stones--men.

The Devil Was Sick - The Devil A Monk Would Be, The Devil Was Well The Devil A Monk Was He

Thought I To Myself, We Shall Never Come Off Scot-free.

It Is The Custom On Africa To Always Produce New And Monstrous Things. [fr., Afrique Est Coustumiere Toujours Choses Produire Nouvelles Et Monstrueuses.]