An Two Men Ride Of A Horse,

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.

Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into Motion.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care Who Chafes, Who Frets, Or Where Conspirers Are!