Within The Book And Volume Of Thy

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.