O The World Is But A Word;

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.