Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.

When Faced With A Sea Of Troubles, Take Action, And In So Doing End It.

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.