Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.

Be Just, And Fear Not.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance

Make Me A Willow Cabin At Your Gate, And Call Upon My Soul Within The House; Write Loyal Cantons Of Contemned Love And Sing Them Loud Even In The Dead Of Night.