Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.