Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou

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

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?