If seekest ye a ruler of some wherewithal, Seekest ye beyond these stink-stained rubber walls.
O, Pence, a fearful dream, We dreamed last night. We spake unto a crowd in Charleston, When up this blind…
If thou readest ‘twixt the lines, thou seest, We stand, a withered, nutshell of a man, Who once, by chance,…
What Ho! How Now! What monstrous trick be this! How could this be? What villainy, that Our Betrayer doth, indeed,…