Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does

Is It Possible That Love Should Of A Sudden Take Such A Hold?

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

Where Is Your Ancient Courage? You Were Used To Say Extremities Was The Trier Of Spirits; That Common Chances Common Men Could Bear; That When The Sea Was Calm All Boats Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.