Eugene Aram, though a thief, a liar, and a murderer, / Yet, being intellectual, was amongst the noblest of mankind.

But let none of you suffer as a murderer, or as a thief, or as an evildoer, or as a busybody in other men's matters.

He finally found someone like him. Someone who shared his abilities, someone who understood what he had to go through every day. And she turned out to be bad. Evil. A murderess and a thief. That hurt more than not knowing if he would ever find someone else out there like him.

The liar and the thief rejoice in their first year only.

The boy, a bare-legged beggarly son of a gun.

I must mention again it was gorgeous weather, / Rhymes are so scarce in this world of ours.