Stones Have Been Known To Move And

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.