For In That Sleep Of Death What

Who Can Control His Fate?

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.