It Lies Not In Our Power To

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.