There's Place And Means For Every Man

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.