The Soul Of This Man Is His

Barnes Are Blessings.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.