By That Sin Fell The Angels.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.