What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It

So Wise So Young, They Say, Do Never Live Long.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

O That A Lady, Of One Man Refused, Should Of Another Therefore Be Abused!

From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother; Be He Ne’er So Vile, This Day Shall Gentle His Condition; And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs’d They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin’s Day.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.