Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly

To Weep Is To Make Less The Depth Of Grief.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing, And Is Not Careful What They Mean Thereby, Knowing That With The Shadow Of His Wings He Can At Pleasure Stint Their Melody: Even So Mayest Thou The Giddy Men Of Rome.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.