Since We Have A Good Loaf, Let

The Treason Pleases, But The Traitors Are Odious.

For If He Like A Madman Lived; At Least He Like A Wise One Died.

Inasmuch As Ill-deeds Spring Up As A Spontaneous Crop, They Are Easy To Learn.

Here Lies A Gentleman Bold Who Was So Very Brave He Went To Lengths Untold, And On The Brink Of The Grave Death Had On Him No Hold. By The World He Set Small Store-- He Frightened It To The Core-- Yet Somehow, By Fate's Plan, Though He'd Lived A Crazy Man, When He Died He Was Sane Once More.

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.