Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

War Is A Trade Of Kings.

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.