Oh, that my throat had been cut across, my tongue torn out and burred in the sand of the sea at low water mark, where the tide ebbs and flows twice in twenty four hours; should I ever reveal the secrets of freemasonry.

Oh, that my left breast had been torn open, my heart and lung taken thence to the Valley of Jehoshaphat, and left a prey to the vultures of the air; should I ever reveal the secrets of freemasonry.

Oh, that my body had been severed in twain, my bowels taken thence and burned to ashes, and the ashes thereof scattered to the four winds of heaven, that there might remain neither track, trace, nor remembrance, among men or masons, of so vile and perjured a wretch as I; should I ever reveal the secrets of freemasonry.