I Hold The World But As The

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

I'll Break My Staff, Bury It Certain Fathoms In The Earth, And Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound, I'll Drown My Book!

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?