I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

He's Truly Valiant That Can Wisely Suffer The Worst That Man Can Breathe, And Make His Wrongs His Outsides, To Wear Them Like His Raiment, Carelessly, And Ne'er Prefer His Injuries To His Heart, To Bring It Into Danger.

Well, Heaven Forgive Him! And Forgive Us All! Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall: Some Run From Brakes Of Ice, And Answer None: And Some Condemned For A Fault Alone.

Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A Feast.

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.