He That Hath The Steerage

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

Report Me And My Cause Aright.