O Jest Unseen, Inscrutable, Invisible, As A

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of That Color.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh; But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.... If I Had A Thousand Sons, The First Human Principle I Would Teach Them Should Be, To Forswear Thin Potations And To Addict Themselves To Sack.