I Have Nothing To Speak Of But

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

Severn - I - Lift Me Up - I Am Dying - I Shall Die Easy; Don't Be Frightened - Be Firm, And Thank God It Has Come.

Give Me Women, Wine And Snuff Until I Cry Out 'hold, Enough!' You May Do So San Objection Till The Day Of Resurrection; For Bless My Beard Then Aye Shall Be My Beloved Trinity.

Load Every Rift With Ore.