My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.