There Is Great Force Hidden

The Comforters Head Never Akes.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

Show Me A Liar, And I'll Show You A Thief.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.