We Cannot All Be Masters.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

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!

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.