Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.