I Have A Soul That Like An

Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

By Viewing Nature, Nature's Handmaid Art, Makes Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow: Thus Fishes First To Shipping Did Impart, Their Tail The Rudder, And Their Head The Prow.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

Swift Was The Race, But Short The Time To Run.

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.