Master, Go On, And I Will Follow

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.