You Are Not Wood, You Are Not

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.