To Whom God Will, There Be The

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.