I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

To Be Generous, Guiltless, And Of A Free Disposition Is To Take Those Things For Bird-bolts That You Deem Cannon-bullets.