The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty