The Due Of Honor In No Point

Your Worm Is Your Only Emperor For Diet; We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

Life's Uncertain Voyage.

And Oftentimes, To Win Us To Our Harm, The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths, Win Us With Honest Trifles, To Betray's In Deepest Consequence