Season Your Admiration For A While.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.