Yon Grey Lines That Fret

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.