Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.