| Preparations are well advanced | |
| Velvet palls and sweet jasmine smell | |
| For marriage of heaven and hell | |
| Vipers shed at once the skin | |
| Now wicked clasps forgive all sins | |
| Wishing you joy with much regret | |
| Like a cross round the devil's neck | |
| Deadly hatred has fallen in love | |
| The upper crust | |
| Feed on trust | |
| And lies to the last | |
| To wear the crown | |
| Of kings and clowns | |
| And always tell new fables | |
| Still life | |
| A masquerade to appear | |
| Worm eaten apple | |
| Shining like a star | |
| Beware of | |
| The forked tongued lambs | |
| Guardian angels | |
| Dig your grave by night | |
| Enchanted by the gloss of silk | |
| Trust build them a triumphal arch | |
| While organ dirges their wedding march | |
| For feathers dancing in the wind | |
| Apparence is like a dazzling ring | |
| But as you know roses soon fade | |
| Even in fables ready made | |
| Deadly hatred has fallen in love | |
| The upper crust | |
| Feed on trust | |
| And lies to the last | |
| To wear the crown | |
| Of kings and clowns | |
| And always tell new fables | |
| Still life | |
| A masquerade to appear | |
| Worm eaten apple | |
| Shining like a star | |
| Beware of | |
| The forked tongued lambs | |
| Guardian angels | |
| Dig your grave by night | |
| And no wonder if the dumb will not be silent as the grave | |
| None is so deaf as those that won't hear | |
| All that glitter is not gold |