Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

You Know That Love Will Creep In Service Where It Cannot Go.

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.