Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None