Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.