The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.