He Wears His Faith But As The

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.