What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.