The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.