Strike Up The Drum And

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.