My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.