Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.