And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

In jest, there is truth.

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

How well he's read, to reason against reading!