The King's Name Is A Tower Of

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.