A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

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.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

But Earthlier Happy Is The Rose Distill'd Than That Which Withering On The Virgin Thorn Grows, Lives, And Dies In Single Blessedness.

The Seeming Truth Which Cunning Times Put On To Entrap The Wisest.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.