Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies

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

There Is No Terror, Cassius, In Your Threats, For I Am Armed So Strong In Honesty That They Pass By Me As The Idle Wind

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.