Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.