In Black Ink My Love May Still

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution