The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time

For Everything That Lives Is Holy, Life Delights In Life.

The Sick Rose O Rose, Thou Art Sick. The Invisible Worm That Flies In The Night In The Howling Storm Has Found Out Thy Bed Of Crimson Joy, And His Dark Secret Love Does Thy Life Destroy.

A Musician, An Artist, An Architect: The Man Or Woman Who Is Not One Of These Is Not A Christian.

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.

I Love Hanging And Drawing And Quartering Every Bit As Well As War And Slaughtering.