Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

We Few. We Happy Few. We Band Of Brothers, For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.