Give Me My Sin Again.

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.