Deed Done Is Well Begun.

Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

I Made My Own House Be My Gallows.

You Can Stay And Die Or You Can Walk Your Ugly Ass Back Through That Gate. It's Your Call, Pal.