I Am Not In The Giving Vein

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.