Faint Heart Never Won Fair

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

But Clay And Clay Differs In Dignity, Whose Dust Is Both Alike.