It Is Not Enough To Speak, But

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.