Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

The Painful Warrior Famous For Fight, After A Thousand Victories, Once Foil'd, Is From The Books Of Honor Razed Quite, And All The Rest Forgot For Which He Toil'd

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

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.