The Throne We Honour Is The People's

Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips, And I'll Take Kingdoms Back From Thine.

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.

There's Only One Truth About War: People Die.

I Ne'er Could Any Luster See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me.