Deed done is well begun.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.

But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slimethey speak their piece, end it, and start again:'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;in the glory of his shining our hearts poureda bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'This litany they gargle in their throatsas if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.