Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

Two May Keep Counsel Putting One Away!

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

We Cannot All Be Masters.