Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

Now The Fair Goddess, Fortune, Fall Deep In Love With Thee, And Her Great Charms Misguide Thy Opposers' Swords!

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

Take Pains. Be Perfect.