Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

You Cannot, Sir, Take From Me Any Thing That I Will More Willingly Part Withal: Except My Life, Except My Life, Except My Life.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.