Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

Lord Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words. Lord Polonius: What Is The Matter, My Lord? Hamlet: Between Who? Lord Polonius: I Mean, The Matter That You Read, My Lord.