Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.