I'm In A Place Where I Don't

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

We All Scribble Poetry.

Better To Live Or Die, Once And For All, Than Die By Inches.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.