I n t e r s t a t e 9 5 F L
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully!
Don't dwell on the things "you could be saving" or that which has past you by
'Richard III, v.98'