In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

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