The Band That Seems To Tie Their

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.