When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!

Anticipation Forward Points The View.

I'll Be Merry And Free, I'll Be Sad For Nae-body; If Nae-body Cares For Me, I'll Care For Nae-body.