Our Holy Lives Must Win

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineer Hoist With His Own Petar; And't Shall Go Hard But I Will Delve One Yard Below Their Mines And Blow Them At The Moon.

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.