I Like Not Fair Terms And A

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall Up With Our English Dead! In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger.