And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

The Last Taste Of Sweets Is Sweetest Last.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.