Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

Faith, Stay Here This Night; They Will Surely Do Us No Harm; You Saw They Speak Us Fair, Give Us Gold; Methinks They Are Such A Gentle Nation That, But For The Mountain Of Mad Flesh That Claims Marriage Of Me, Could Find In My Heart To Stay Here Still And Turn Witch.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.