He That Dies Pays All Debts.

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

The Better Part Of Valor Is Discretion, In The Which Better Part I Have Saved My Life.

The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Valiant, Only Once!