He Guides Me And The Bird. In

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They Brutes.

Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.