This Is The Short And The Long

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Why Are Our Bodies Soft, And Weak, And Smooth But That Our Soft Conditions And Our Hearts Should Well Agree With Our External Parts?

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.