There Is No More Mercy In Him

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.