Better A Little Chiding Than A Great

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.