Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.