O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

We Few. We Happy Few. We Band Of Brothers, For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother.