The Due Of Honor In No Point

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

The Latter End Of A Fray, And The Beginning Of A Feast, Fits A Dull Fighter, And A Keen Guest.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.