The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None