I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

Gnawing With My Teeth My Bonds In Sunder, I Gain'd My Freedom.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once. Of All The Wonders That I Yet Have Heard, It Seems To Me Most Strange That Men Should Fear; Seeing That Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble!