“I’ll kill him.”, he said hand on his hips
Four-score and six a sobering sight
It pursed the brow and quaked the lips -
I summoned my best to be terse but polite.
“The cheek is soft both left and the right"
“Between his eyes, I hate this man.”
“The still of the night serves to softens harsh light”
“Not a moment to soon, as fast as I can”
It ain’t safe no more in the Palace of the Pope
“Love and patients give forth promised grace.”
“Faith and charity are still the best hope.”
“Best I wait to continue the chase.”
Oh! how golden this measure so proud
When the mean forsakes to be taken aloud
Châz
