Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.