We Must Be Brief When

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

As Good Luck Would Have It.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.