To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent.

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.