Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

I Will Be Treble-sinewed, Hearted, Breathed, And Fight Maliciously; For When Mine Hours Were Nice And Lucky, Men Did Ransom Lives Of Me For Jests; But Now I'll Set My Teeth And Send To Darkness All That Stop Me.

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.