Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth

The Way Was Long, The Wind Was Cold, The Minstrel Was Infirm And Old; His Withered Cheek, And Tresses Gray, Seemed To Have Know A Better Day.

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

Commend Me To Sterling Honesty Though Clad In Rags.

All Men Who Have Turned Out Worth Anything Have Had The Chief Hand In Their Own Education.

Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?