T Is The Will That

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

Praise They That Will Times Past, I Joy To See My Selfe Now Live: This Age Best Pleaseth Mee.

Bid Me Despair, And I'll Despair,under That Cypress Tree;or Bid Me Die, And I Will Daree'en Death, To Die For Thee.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.