I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.