They That Stand High Have Many Blasts

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herald Of Joy: I Were But Little Happy, If I Could Say How Much. Lady, As You Are Mine, I Am Yours: I Give Away Myself For You And Dote Upon The Exchange.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.