Commend Me To Sterling Honesty Though Clad

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

Where Shall The Lover Rest, Whom The Fates Sever From His True Maiden's Breast, Parted For Ever? Where, Through Groves Deep And High, Sounds The Far Billow, Where Early Violets Die, Under The Willow.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.

All Is Possible For Those Who Dare To Die!

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.