Give Me My Robe, Put On My

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

Our Rash Faults Make Trivial Price Of Serious Thing We Have, Not Knowing Them Until We Know Their Grave.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!