I'm Armed With More Than Complete Steel,

It Is A Comfort To The Miserable To Have Comrades In Misfortune, But It Is A Poor Comfort After All.

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

Accurst Be He That First Invented War.