The Small Amount Of Foolery

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Be Just, And Fear Not.