And, If You Love Me, As I

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.

Women May Fall When There's No Strength In Men.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!