What Deep Wounds Ever Closed

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?

Bologna Is Celebrated For Producing Popes, Painters, And Sausage.

Once More Upon The Waters! Yet Once More! And The Waves Bound Beneath Me As A Steed That Knows His Rider.