A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Boldness Be My Friend.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.