Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help Thee In Thy Need: If Thou Sorrow, He Will Weep; If Thou Wake, He Cannot Sleep: Thus Of Every Grief In Heart He With Thee Does Bear A Part. These Are Certain Signs To Know Faithful Friend From Flattering Foe.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!