Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

I came, saw, and overcame.

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!

I have supped full with horrors.

Educated men are so impressive.