Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

Experience Teacheth Us That Resolution 's A Sole Help At Need: And This, My Lord, Our Honour Teacheth Us, That We Be Bold In Every Enterprise: Then Since There Is No Way, But Fight Or Die, Be Resolute, My Lord, For Victory.