Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

Roses Have Thorns, And Silver Fountains Mud; Clouds And Eclipses Stain Both Moon And Sun, And Loathsome Canker Lies In Sweetest Bud. All Men Make Faults.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.