What is thy sentence then but speechless death.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
It is a sin to be a mocker.
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.