Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back Wherein He Puts Alms For Oblivion, A Great-sized Monster Of Ingratitudes: Those Scraps Are Good Deeds Past, Which Are Devour'd As Fast As They Are Made, Forgot As Soon As Done.

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!

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

Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.