The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do Not So, To Make My End Too Sudden.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.