Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

With Caution Judge Of Probability. Things Deemed Unlikely, E'en Impossible, Experience Oft Hath Proved To Be True.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.