Blood Is The God Of War's Rich

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

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

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.