Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.