Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble!

What If This Cursed Hand Were Thicker Than Itself With Brother's Blood Is There Not Rain Enough In The Sweet Heaves To Wash It White As Snow?

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.