You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than

A Pal Is One That Is Aware You While You Are, Understands Where You Have Already Been, Accepts Whatever You Are Becoming, And Continue To, Carefully Means That You Can Develop.

Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.