The Lord Gives And The

My Wife's Not Some Doobie To Be Passed Around! I Took A Vow On Our Wedding Day To Bogart Her For Life.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.