When I Am Not Walking, I Am

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been.

English Physicians Kill You, The French Let You Die.

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

It Is Good To Have Friends At Court.

And The Tear That We Shed, Though In Secret It Rolls, Shall Long Keep His Memory Green In Our Souls.