Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

He That Is Proud Eats Up Himself: Pride Is His Own Glass, His Own Trumpet, His Own Chronicle.

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.