Though Death Be Poor, It

As Many Arrows, Loosed Several Ways, Come To One Mark...so Many A Thousand Actions, Once Afoot, End In One Purpose.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.