I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall Up With Our English Dead! In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger.

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.