Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest

A Goodly Portly Man, I' Faith, And A Corpulent; Of A Cheerful Look, A Pleasing Eye, And A Most Noble Carriage; And, As I Think, His Age Some Fifty, Or, By'r Lady, Inclining To Threescore; And Now I Remember Me, His Name Is Falstaff.

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself And Trust No Agent.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.