Dip Him In The River Who Loves

Every Night And Every Morn Some To Misery Are Born. Every Morn And Every Night Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart To Ache: Do Be My Enemy For Friendship's Sake.

When The Stars Threw Down Their Spears, And Watered Heaven With Their Tears, Did He Smile His Work To See? Did He Who Made The Lamb Make Thee?

Do What You Will This Life's A Fiction, And Is Made Up Of Contradiction.

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.