And in the middle sea they chanced to meet; / Up goes the trump; with shots and shouts they greet, / And hasten them to set on with the sun; / With grisly sound outgoeth the great gun, […]

For be assured of this, / That the Magnifico is much beloved,

I played hard, I drank hard, I rode hard, and did everything much on the same pattern.

I fall backwards, hit the ground ass-first, scrabble across the cobblestones as Jack, Jack the Ripper, Jack the First, Jack the Trypophobe's Best Nightmare, advances.