For Now They Kill Me With A

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.