It Is Only Through Mystery And Madness

Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis Woman, Woman, Rules Us Still.

You May Break, You May Shatter The Vase, If You Will, But The Scent Of The Roses Will Hang Round It Still.

From Plants That Wake When Others Sleep, From Timid Jasmine Buds That Keep Their Odour To Themselves All Day, But When The Sunlight Dies Away Let The Delicious Secret Out To Every Breeze That Roams About.

Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be Mocked.