Sweet Flowers Are Slow And

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Did He So Often Lodge In Open Field, In Winter's Cold And Summer's Parching Heat, To Conquer France, His True Inheritance?

Greatness Knows Itself.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.