Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

Fear Not, Cesario, Take Thy Fortunes Up. Be That Thou Know'st Thou Art And Then Thou Art As Great As That Thou Fear'st.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.