Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong

By How Much Unexpected, By So Much We Must Awake Endeavour For Defence; For Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall Up With Our English Dead! In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying Eyes.