Boldness Be My Friend.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.