Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.

I Will Not Choose What Many Men Desire, Because I Will Not Jump With Common Spirits And Rank Me With The Barbarous Multitudes.

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.