The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

It Is A Comfort To The Miserable To Have Comrades In Misfortune, But It Is A Poor Comfort After All.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.