The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.

I Do Profess To Be No Less Than I Seem; To Serve Him Truly That Will Put Me In Trust: To Love Him That Is Honest; To Converse With Him That Is Wise, And Says Little; To Fear Judgment; To Fight When I Cannot Choose; And To Eat No Fish.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.