Fair Words Never Hurt The Tongue.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Virtue Is Not Malicious; Wrong Done Her Is Righted Even When Men Grant They Err.

Words Writ In Waters.

Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow After.

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.