The Coach Does Not Play

Kill A Man's Family, And He May Brook It, But Keep Your Hands Out Of His Breeches' Pocket.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

Oh, For A Forty-parson Power To Chant Thy Praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, For A Hymn Loud As The Virtues Thou Dost Loudly Vaunt, Not Practise!

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me.