When I find my celestial hill I will lay my bones there.

But what matters the fate of these twisted limbs or even of your comely head: All's one in the end, Sir Walter.

We shall not die.

You have lit a fire among Englishmen which will kindle a hundred thousand hearths in a cleaner world." Raleigh smiled, sadly yet with a kind of wistful pride.
"God send it! And you ?" "I have a son of my body.

That which I have sowed he may reap.