My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

As Many Arrows, Loosed Several Ways, Come To One Mark...so Many A Thousand Actions, Once Afoot, End In One Purpose.