My Grief Lies Onward, And

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.