My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

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

I Am Very Proud, Revengeful, Ambitious, With More Offences At My Beck Than I Have Thoughts To Put Them In, Imagination To Give Them Shape, Or Time To Act Them In.

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.