Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.