Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Gnawing With My Teeth My Bonds In Sunder, I Gain'd My Freedom.

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith