To England Will I Steal, And There

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

That Is Honor's Scorn Which Challenges Itself As Honor's Born And Is Not Like The Sire. Honors Thrive When Rather From Our Acts We Them Derive Than Our Foregoers.

Know More Than Other. Work More Than Other. Expect Less Than Other