No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.