No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love,

My Soul Is In The Sky.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!