The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.

Yet Writers Say, As In The Sweetest Bud The Eating Canter Dwells, So Eating Love Inhabits In The Finest Wits Of All.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once. Of All The Wonders That I Yet Have Heard, It Seems To Me Most Strange That Men Should Fear; Seeing That Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come.