Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

Robust Grass Endures Mighty Winds; Loyal Ministers Emerge Through Ordeal.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.