Accurst Be He That First Invented War.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

Come Live With Me And Be My Love, And We Will All The Pleasures Prove, That Valleys, Groves, Hills, And Fields, Woods, Or Steepy Mountain Yields.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

Blood Is The God Of War's Rich Livery.