Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.

Be Just, And Fear Not. Let All The Ends Thou Aim'st At Be Thy Country's, Thy God's And Truth's.

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.