Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

My Heart Is Wax Molded As She Pleases, But Enduring As Marble To Retain.

He That Will Not When He May, When He Would, He Should Have Nay.

When You Are At Rome, Do As You See.

The Pitcher Goes So Often To The Fountain That If Gets Broken.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.