Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

I Will Be Treble-sinewed, Hearted, Breathed, And Fight Maliciously; For When Mine Hours Were Nice And Lucky, Men Did Ransom Lives Of Me For Jests; But Now I'll Set My Teeth And Send To Darkness All That Stop Me.