Do Not Plunge Thyself Too

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!