It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying,

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.

Love, To Her Ear, Was But A Name, Combin'd With Vanity And Shame; Her Hopes, Her Fears, Her Joys, Were All Bounded Within The Cloister Wall.

Although Too Much Of A Soldier Among Sovereigns, No One Could Claim With Better Right To Be A Sovereign Among Soldiers.

The Schoolmaster Is Termed, Classically, Ludi Magister, Because He Deprives Boys Of Their Play.