The cannons have their bowels full of wrath, And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, "Now the king drinks to Hamlet."william shakespeare
Give me the cups; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to heavens, the heavens to earth.
Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your wives? Our wives are our loaded cannons, that's what our wives are.
[Piper opens one of the guard's cannons. Two oranges come out of it] Piper: You're gonna stop them with oranges? Regent: Obviously you've never taken citrus to the eye!