He Is Winding The Watch Of His

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.