None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

The Color Of The King Doth Come And Go, Between His Purpose And His Conscience, Like Heralds 'twixt Two Dreadful Battles Set: His Passion Is So Ripe, It Needs Must Break.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!