“Out of the night that covers me Black as the Pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.”

“It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”

“Out of the night that covers me Black as the Pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.”

“What have I done for you England my England? What is there I would not do England my own?”