When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.