Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.