Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!

Milk-livered Man, That Bear'st A Cheek For Blows, A Head For Wrongs; Who Hast Not In Thy Brows An Eye Discerning Thine Honor From Thy Suffering; [that Not Know'st Fools Do Those Villains Pity Who Are Punished Ere They Have Done Their Mischief. Where's Thy Drum? France Spreads His Banners In Our Noiseless Land, With Plumed Helm Thy State Begins To Threat, Whilst Thou, A Moral Fool, Sits Still And Cries 'alack, Why Does He So?']

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.