Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

Thus Die I, Thus, Thus, Thus. Now Am I Dead, Now Am I Fled; My Soul Is In The Sky: Tongue, Lose Thy Light; Moon Take Thy Flight. Now Die, Die, Die, Die, Die.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

Therefore Another Prologue Must Tell He Is Not A Lion

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them