I Am The Prince Of Wales; And

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

There Is A World Elsewhere.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave