Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir, T'excel The Golden Age.