Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.