The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.