Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.