I Pray You, Do Not Fall In

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.