I'll Try A Pagan Friend,

A Thing May Be Incredible And Still Be True; Sometimes It Is Incredible Because It Is True.

And Tell Him To Paint Me A Sign, With-no Suicides Permitted Here, And No Smloing In The Parlor; Might As Well Kill Both Birds At Once.

Where Do Murderers Go, Man! Who's To Doom, When The Judge Himself Is Dragged To The Bar?

To Be Hated Cordially, Is Only A Left-handed Compliment.

No Philosophers So Thoroughly Comprehend Us As Dogs And Horses.