A Good Wit Will Make Use Of

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

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.

Fear Not, Cesario, Take Thy Fortunes Up. Be That Thou Know'st Thou Art And Then Thou Art As Great As That Thou Fear'st.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.