Many Can Brook The Weather That Love

Thus Die I, Thus, Thus, Thus. Now Am I Dead, Now Am I Fled; My Soul Is In The Sky: Tongue, Lose Thy Light; Moon Take Thy Flight. Now Die, Die, Die, Die, Die.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.

Two Starving Men Cannot Be Twice As Hungry As One; But Two Rascals Can Be Ten Times As Vicious As One.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.