Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." --

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.