I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.

Art Made Tongue-tied By Authority.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.