Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.