No Man's Pie Is Freed

The Crown O' The Earth Doth Melt. My Lord! O, Wither'd Is The Garland Of The War, The Soldier's Pole Is Fall'n: Young Boys And Girls Are Level Now With Men; The Odds Is Gone, And There Is Nothing Left Remarkable Beneath The Visiting Moon.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.