To Take Arms Against A Sea Of

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended. To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On. What Cannot Be Preserved When Fortune Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes. The Robb'd That Smiles Steals Something For The Thief; He Robs Himself That Spends A Bootless Grief.