O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.