Be Patient, For The World Is Broad

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swollen Face?

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?