They Are But Beggars That Can Count

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.