Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.