Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.