The Gallantry Of His Grief

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.