This Thought Is As A Death.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain