There Was A Star Danced, And Under

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.