And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life,

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

We Cannot All Be Masters.

We Few. We Happy Few. We Band Of Brothers, For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother.

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.