My Wits Begin To Turn.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

Make Me A Willow Cabin At Your Gate, And Call Upon My Soul Within The House; Write Loyal Cantons Of Contemned Love And Sing Them Loud Even In The Dead Of Night.

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.