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Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.