The King's Name Is A

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

You Abilities Are Too Infant-like For Doing Much Alone.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.