Is She Not Passing Fair?

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.

A King Of Infinite Space

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.