Omittance Is No Quittance.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.

I Have Not Slept One Wink.

A Friend Should Bear His Friend's Infirmities.

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.

I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows, Quite Over-canopied With Luscious Woodbine, With Sweet Musk-roses And With Eglantine.