I'll Be Damned For Never A King's

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

It Is The Mind That Makes The Body Rich; And As The Sun Breaks Through The Darkest Clouds, So Honor Peereth In The Meanest Habit.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.