Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse,

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

I Had Rather Eleven Died Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.