Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

He That Is Proud Eats Up Himself: Pride Is His Own Glass, His Own Trumpet, His Own Chronicle.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.