On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

The Weight Of This Sad Time We Must Obey, Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say. The Oldest Hath Borne Most: We That Are Young Shall Never See So Much, Nor Live So Long.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.