A Great While Ago The World Begun,

Canst Thou, O Partial Sleep, Give Thy Repose To The Wet Sea-boy In An Hour So Rude, And In The Calmest And Most Stillest Night, With All Appliances And Means To Boot, Deny It To A King?

Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, That I Shall Say Good Night Till It Be Morrow.

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.