To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.