... And Death Unloads Thee.

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.