There's Villainous News Abroad.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows, Quite Over-canopied With Luscious Woodbine, With Sweet Musk-roses And With Eglantine.

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most Dreadful Thing.