A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Although The Last, Not Least.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

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