The Greeks Have Snatched Up Their Spears.

No Man Will Be Present In Those Mysteries, Yet All Men Will Kneel, No Man Will Be Potent, Important, Yet All Men Will Feel What It Is To Be A Woman.

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.