The Devil Was The First Democrat

Critics Are Already Made.

Fame Is The Thirst Of Youth.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?

Scion Of Chiefs And Monarchs, Where Art Thou? Fond Hope Of Many Nations, Art Thou Dead? Could Not The Grave Forget Thee, And Lay Low Some Less Majestic, Less Beloved Head?