Are There No Stones In Heaven But

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!

Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.