I Have Not Slept One

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

Think You A Little Din Can Daunt Mine Ears? Have I Not In My Time Heard Lions Roar? Have I Not Heard The Sea, Puffed Up With Winds, Rage Like An Angry Boar Chafed With Sweat? Have I Not Heard Great Ordinance In The Field, And Heaven's Artillery Thunder In The Skies? Have I Not In A Pitched Battle Heard Loud 'larums, Neighing Steeds, And Trumpets' Clang? And Do You Tell Me Of A Woman's Tongue, That Gives Not Half So Great A Blow To Hear As Will A Chestnut In A Farmer's Fire? Tush! Tush! Fear Boys With Bugs. Grumio: For He Fears None.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.