The Hand That Hath Made

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help Thee In Thy Need: If Thou Sorrow, He Will Weep; If Thou Wake, He Cannot Sleep: Thus Of Every Grief In Heart He With Thee Does Bear A Part. These Are Certain Signs To Know Faithful Friend From Flattering Foe.

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?