No, I Will Be The Pattern Of

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Greatness Knows Itself.

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.