He Must Needs Go That The Devil

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.