Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake.

A Policeman's Lot Is Not A Happy One

What Though I Cannot Meet My Bills? What Though I Suffer Toothache's Ills? What Though I Swallow Countless Pills?

My Object All Sublime I Shall Achieve In Time- To Let The Punishment Fit The Crime- The Punishment Fit The Crime.

Though I'm Anything But Clever, I Could Talk Like That Forever.

Society Has Quite Forsaken All Her Wicked Courses, Which Empties Our Police Courts, And Abolishes Divorces.