England Is Safe, If True Within Itself.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

I Can Again Thy Former Light Restore, Should I Repent Me: But Once Put Out Thy Light, Thou Cunning'st Pattern Of Excelling Nature, I Know Not Where Is That Promethean Heat That Can Thy Light Relume.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.