And Where The Offense Is, Let The

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.

When Faced With A Sea Of Troubles, Take Action, And In So Doing End It.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By