Think'st Thou It Honourable For

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.

God Defend The Right.