They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis

Therefore, To Be Possess'd With Double Pomp, To Guard A Title That Was Rich Before, To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily, To Throw A Perfume On The Violet, To Smooth The Ice, Or Add Another Hue Unto The Rainbow, Or With Taper-light To Seek The Beauteous Eye Of Heaven To Garnish, Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?