In Victory, The Hero Seeks The Glory,

To Be Rhymed To Death As Is Said To Be Done In Ireland.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

He Whom Passion Rules, Is Bent To Meet His Death.

If You Neglect Your Work, You Will Dislike It; If You Do It Well, You Will Enjoy It