I Am Never Merry When I Hear

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which, Like The Toad, Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In His Head.