Bring Me Coffee Before I Turn Into

My Masters Are Strange Folk With Very Little Care For Music In Them.

God's Gift To His Sorrowing Creatures Is A Joy Worthy Of Their Destiny.

My Present Post Amounts To About 700 Thaler, And When There Are Rather More Funerals Than Usual, The Fees Rise In Proportion; But When A Healthy Wind Blows, They Fall Accordingly.

I Was Obliged To Be Industrious. Whoever Is Equally Industrious Will Succeed Equally Well.

If I Decide To Be An Idiot, Then I'll Be An Idiot On My Own Accord.