What Seest Thou Else In The Dark

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Thou Hast Her, France; Let Her Be Thine, For We Have No Such Daughter, Nor Shall Ever See That Face Of Hers Again. Therefore Be Gone Without Our Grace, Our Love, Our Benison.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

Be Just, And Fear Not.