My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers On Earth.