A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

How Well He's Read, To Reason Against Reading!

My Dear, Dear Lord, The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Afford Is Spotless Reputation; That Away Men Are But Gilded Loan Or Painted Clay... Mine Honor Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.