I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's

We Cannot All Be Masters.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer!

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?