The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.