We Have Seen Better Days.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

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

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies; Of His Bones Are Coral Made; Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes; Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade, But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange. Sea-nymphs Hourly Ring His Knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.