Though Death Be Poor, It

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

There Is A World Elsewhere.

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!