There's No Better Sign Of A Brave

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once. Of All The Wonders That I Yet Have Heard, It Seems To Me Most Strange That Men Should Fear; Seeing That Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.