A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lillies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

I See A Man's Life Is A Tedious One.