The Web Of Our Life Is Of

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

You Have Dancing Shoes With Nimble Soles. I Have A Soul Of Lead.

His Heart As Far From Fraud As Heaven From Earth.

Confess Yourself To Heaven, Repent What's Past, Avoid What Is To Come, And Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds To Make Them Ranker.

Sweets To The Sweet.