Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

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

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!