The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of The Governing.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

Our Acts Our Angels Are, For Good Or Ill, Our Fatal Shadows That Walk By Us Still.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do Tomorrow.

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.