O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

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; Be He Ne’er So Vile, This Day Shall Gentle His Condition; And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs’d They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin’s Day.

Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood Will Give Us Anything.

Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.