I Am Tormented With An Everlasting Itch

The Sailor Is Frankness, The Landsman Is Finesse. Life Is Not A Game With The Sailor, Demanding The Long Head

Wag The World How It Will, Leaves Must Be Green In Spring.

How It Is I Know Not; But There Is No Place Like A Bed For Confidential Disclosures Between Friends. Man And Wife, They Say, There Open The Very Bottom Of Their Souls To Each Other; And Some Old Couples Often Lie And Chat Over Old Times Till Nearly Morning. Thus, Then, In Our Hearts' Honeymoon, Lay I And Queequeg - A Cosy, Loving Pair.

Thrusted Light Is Worse Than Presented Pistols.

Let Us Only Hate Hatred; And Once Give Love A Play, We Will Fall In Love With A Unicorn.