It Is The Bold Man Who Every

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

This Is The Way I've Always Thought It Should Be. We've Always Blamed Ourselves, But I Guess We Know What Cylinder Wasn't Firing!

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp Of Light, And Drew Behind The Cloudy Vale Of Night.