By That Sin Fell The Angels.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.