So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

I Will Not Choose What Many Men Desire, Because I Will Not Jump With Common Spirits And Rank Me With The Barbarous Multitudes.

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.