What Seest Thou Else In The Dark

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax