To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother:

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Are You Up To Your Destiny?