There Are No Tricks In

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?

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

If He Be So Resolved, I Can O'ersway Him; For He Loves To Hear That Unicorns May Be Betrayed With Trees And Bears With Glasses, Elephants With Holes, Lions With Toils, And Men With Flatterers

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent.