When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

The Tyrant Custom, Most Grave Senators, Hath Made The Flinty And Steel Couch Of War My Thrice-driven Bed Of Down.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France