The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer!

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot Thoughts Beget Hot Deeds, And Hot Deeds Is Love.

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!