The Sense Of Death Is Most In

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once.

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.