"By the mark of the cobra on my chest."
"Prison bars? Ha! Ha! A tight squeeze perhaps, but it can be done."
"Artistic hands, have I, and at my will, a pack of cards is twain."
"Tis hard for me to disguise features akin to those of the winged terror of the feathered tenants of the barnyard. An inky dye must I apply to hide my Nordic forbears."
"As the unrelenting hound is to the fox, so am I to malefactors. But a whippet gait I take when on the scent."
"A dove to those I love; a jungle thing that cannot change its spots to those whose wicked hand I'd stay; and oft like a bird, I take the air when seeking out a lair."
"8 triple A," the salesmen say, and Beau Brummel's tastes are mine. But forty ways I look, and for forty persons am mistook."
"Twenty years ago, for me, precocious youth 'B. A.,' and let those form any clime converse near by, and their secrets will be mine."
"Low doorways please me not, and in college I stroked my crew."
"Many have I brought to durance vile, and made to sit where chained lightning strikes."
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