The Past Is Prologue.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

I Cannot Speak Your England.