The Good I Stand On Is My

To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.