There's No More Faith In Thee Than

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

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

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.