The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is,

Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred Good Symptoms.

The Greatest Magnifying Glasses In The World Are A Man's Own Eyes When They Look Upon His Own Person.

Pleased To The Last, He Crops The Flowery Food, And Licks The Hand Just Raised To Shed His Blood.

He Who Serves His Brother Best Gets Nearer God Than All The Rest.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.