No Wide Road Leads To God.

There Is No Harsher Means Of Punishment, Than To Answer Malice With Kindness.

I Possess No Weapon But Love. With That I Have Come To Do Battle. Help Me!

Let Your Youth Have Free Reign, It Won't Come Again, So Be Bold And No Repenting.

A Slave's Soul Has No Worth, My Brothers; It Lacks Strength To Tread On This Great Earth With Gallantry And Freedom. I Pity The Poor Slaves, They're Nought But Airy Mist, A Light Breeze Scatters Them, A Fragrance Knocks Them Down; It's Only Just They Crawl On The Earth On Hands And Knees. Today I'll Write A Hymn To God And Pray For This Great Grace.

A Woman's Body Is A Dark And Monstrous Mystery; Between Her Supple Thighs A Heavy Whirlpool Swirls, Two Rivers Crash, And Woe To Him Who Slips And Falls!