Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave

Noble And Manly Music Invigorates The Spirit, Strengthens The Wavering Man, And Incites Him To Great And Worthy Deeds.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.