We Wound Our Modesty And Make Foul

There's No Better Sign Of A Brave Mind Than A Hard Hand.

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

Love That We Cannot Have Is The One That Lasts The Longest,hurts The Deepest,but Feels The Strongest