We Should Hold Day With The Antipodes,

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.