But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.