I Will Not Be Sworn But Love

We Must Every One Be A Man Of His Own Fancy.

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

Our Rash Faults Make Trivial Price Of Serious Thing We Have, Not Knowing Them Until We Know Their Grave.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.