Since Brass
T-
bone,
we go’n
live
fer
ivv-
er.
Yer
looks?
My
Books?
Why
shur!
Not Marble
This
word,
whis-
pered,
shall
stand,
and
the
Car-
rar-
a
mar-
ble
fall.
My Mistress’ Eyes
Are Nothing
Yes,
Per-
fes-
ser,
snow
no
doubt
out-
does
her
et-
cet-
er-
as.
Th’ expense
Lust
is
just
mis-
er-
y,
wor-
ry
and
blame.
Brand-
name
dreck.
Ecch.
George Starbuck