He That Dies This Year Is Quit

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.