My Salad Days, When I

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.