I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

When That Churl Death My Bones With Dust Shall Cover.

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together