Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep

Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord? Hamlet: Excellent Well. You Are A Fishmonger.

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.