O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

I Had Rather Eleven Died Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.