Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland

What A Fool Honesty Is.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

O, Let Me Kiss That Hand! King Lear: Let Me Wipe It First; It Smells Of Mortality.

Remembrance Of Things Past.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall Up With Our English Dead! In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger.