It May Do Good; Pride Hath No

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror, But When It First Did Help To Wound Itself. Now These Her Princes Are Come Home Again, Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them. Nought Shall Make Us Rue, If England To Itself Do Rest But True.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.