I Can Call Spirits From

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.

When Holy And Devout Religious Men Are At Their Beads, 'tis Hard To Draw Them Thence; So Sweet Is Zealous Contemplation.