I Desire You In Friendship,

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight To See His Active Child Do Deeds Of Youth, So I, Made Lame By Fortune's Dearest Spite, Take All My Comfort Of Thy Worth And Truth.

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!