We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave

Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.