Tell Me, O Muse, Of

See How God Ever Like With Like Doth Pair, And Still The Worthless Doth The Worthless Lead!

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.