He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky