He Is The Most Wretched Of Men

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.