Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

Fear To Do Base, Unworthy Things Is Valor; If They Be One To Us, To Suffer Them Is Valor Too.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.