The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.

Speak Me Fair In Death.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Before The Curing Of A Strong Disease, Even In The Instant Of Repair And Health, The Fit Is Strongest. Evils That Take Leave, On Their Departure Most Of All Show Evil.