Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.