Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.