None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.

Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

Courage From Hearts And Not From Numbers Grows.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.

Much Malice Mingled With A Little Wit Perhaps May Censure This Mysterious Writ.