Every Jackass Going The Roads Thinks He

Time Is, Time Was, But Time Shall Be No More.

Every Life Is In Many Days, Day After Day. We Walk Through Ourselves, Meeting Robbers, Ghosts, Giants, Old Men, Young Men, Wives, Widows, Brothers-in-love. But Always Meeting Ourselves.

You Get A Decent Do At The Brazen Head

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

Phall If You But Will, Rise You Must: And None So Soon Either Shall The Pharce For The Nunce Come To A Setdown Secular Phoenish.