My Heart Is Ever At

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None: Be Able For Thine Enemy Rather In Power Than Use; And Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key: Be Check'd For Silence, But Never Tax'd For Speech.