How Every Fool Can Play Upon The

Bad Is The Trade That Must Play Fool To Sorrow, Ang'ring Itself And Others.

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

Death Rock Me Asleep.

Much Rain Wears The Marble.