It's Easy For Someone To Joke About

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.