Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Like A Red Morn That Ever Yet Betokened, Wreck To The Seaman, Tempest To The Field, Sorrow To The Shepherds, Woe Unto The Birds, Gusts And Foul Flaws To Herdmen And To Herds.