Who Are The Violets Now That Strew

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.

The Hideous God Of War.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.