At Christmas, I No More Desire A

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.