Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

The Hideous God Of War.

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.