They Were Devils Incarnate.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.