At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which, Like The Toad, Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In His Head.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.

The Southern Wind Doth Play The Trumpet To His Purposes; And, By His Hollow Whistling In The Leaves, Foretells A Tempest And A Blustering Day.