Tired With All These, For Restful Death

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

By That Sin Fell The Angels.

Advance Our Standards, Set Upon Our Foes; Our Ancient Word Of Courage, Fair Saint George, Inspire Us With The Spleen Of Fiery Dragons!

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.