Bastard Freedom Waves Her Fustian Flag In

Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea, When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.

Love Doesn't Demand Perfection, But It Does Ask You To Give Yourself With Less Reserve Than You'd Prefer.

Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis Devils Must Print.

Go Where We May, Rest Where We Will, Eternal London Haunts Us Still.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.