A Woman Would Run Through Fire And

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.

Despair And Die. The Ghosts

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.