In Jest, There Is Truth.

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.

Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My Talk!

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.