Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall Up With Our English Dead! In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger.

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.