Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Cry "havoc!" And Let Loose The Dogs Of War, That This Foul Deed Shall Smell Above The Earth With Carrion Men, Groaning For Burial.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.

My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things Forgotten.

You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live