A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.