The Will Of Man Is By His

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

Speak Me Fair In Death.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.