Bind Up Their Wounds - But Look

Is Life A Boon? If So, It Must Befall That Death, Whene'er He Call, Must Call Too Soon.

In All The Woes That Curse Our Race There Is A Lady In The Case.

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

There's A Fascination Frantic In A Ruin That's Romantic.

On My Face Extended Flat I Was Walloped With A Cat For Listening At The Key-hole Of The Door.