O, I Have Suffered With Those That

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.