This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow