Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure,

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once. Of All The Wonders That I Yet Have Heard, It Seems To Me Most Strange That Men Should Fear; Seeing That Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!