Come, Lady, Die To Live.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

Who Can Be Patient In Extremes?

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.