The Britons are quite separated from all the world. >>
Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians >>
Who asks whether the enemy were defeated by strategy or valor? >>
But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed. >>
You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the >>
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity. >>
Death twitches my ear. Live, he says, I am coming.