A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.