Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

That Is The Way To Lay The City Flat, To Bring The Roof To The Foundation, And Bury All, Which Yet Distinctly Ranges, In Heaps And Piles Of Ruin.

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!