A Sympathy In Choice.

I Have A Kind Soul That Would Give You Thanks. And Knows Not How To Do It But With Tears.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.