True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With

Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.