Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.