Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The Best.