But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

My Rage Is Gone, And I Am Struck With Sorrow. Take Him Up. Help, Three O' Th' Chiefest Soldiers; I'll Be One. Beat Thou The Drum, That It Speaks Mournfully, Trail Your Steel Spikes. Though In This City He Hath Widowed And Unchilded Many A One, Which To This Hour Bewail The Injury, Yet He Shall Have A Noble Memory. Assist.