Above The Smoke And Stir Of This

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

With Diadem And Sceptre High Advanced, The Lower Still I Fall; Only Supreme In Misery; Such Joy Ambition Finds.

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

And As An Ev'ning Dragon Came, Assailant On The Perched Roosts And Nests In Order Rang'd Of Tame Villatic Fowl.