'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity. She that has that is clad in comp >>
I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbr >>
And when night, darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Bel >>
We've learned how to destroy, but not to create; how to waste, but not >>
I now understand what Christ suffered in Gethsemane as well as any man >>
The man who has gotten everything he wants is all in favor of peace an >>
Peace has her victories which are no less renowned than war.