To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

I'm Like That Guy Who Single-handedly Built The Rocket And Flew To The Moon. What Was His Name? Apollo Creed?

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.