Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

Equality Of Two Domestic Powers Breeds Scrupulous Faction.

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.