Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

I Am Not Yet Of Percy's Mind, The Hotspur Of The North; He That Kills Me Some Six Or Seven Dozen Of Scots As A Breakfast, Washes His Hands, And Says To His Wife, 'fie Upon This Quiet Life! I Want Work.

I Am A Subject, And I Challenge Law. Attorneys Are Denied Me, And Therefore Personally I Lay My Claim To My Inheritance Of Free Descent.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.