As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.