Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Fair And Softly Goes Far.

One Shouldn't Talk Of Halters In The Hanged Man's House.

You Are A Devil At Everything, And There Is No Kind Of Thing In The 'versal World But What You Can Turn Your Hand Into.

There Is A Remedy For Everything But Death; Who, In Spite Of Our Teeth, Will Take Us In His Clutches.

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.