I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

This Day I Breathed First: Time Is Come Round, And Where I Did Begin There Shall I End; My Life Is Run His Compass.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

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