How My Achievements Mock Me!

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

The Hideous God Of War.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.