The king's name is a tower of strength.
Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.