The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.