Under A Bad Cloak There Is Often

Miracle Me No Miracles.

I Know Who I Am And Who I May Be, If I Choose.

There Is No Remembrance Which Time Does Not Obliterate, Nor Pain Which Death Does Not Terminate.

Fly Not, Cowards And Vile Beings, For A Single Knight Attacks You.

Liberty, As Well As Honor, Man Ought To Preserve At The Hazard Of His Life, For Without It Life Is Insupportable