Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.