O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend

Before Thee Stands This Fair Hesperides, With Golden Fruit, But Dangerous To Be Touched; For Death-like Dragons Here Affright Thee Hard.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

Determine On Some Course More Than A Wild Exposure To Each Chance.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.