We Are The Lords Of

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers On Earth.

The Play's The Thing.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.