Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.