Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

All Furnished, All In Arms; All Plum'd Like Estridges That With The Wind Bated Like Eagles Having Lately Bathed; Glittering In Golden Coats Like Images; As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May And Gorgeous As The Sun At Midsummer; Wanton As Youthful Goats, Wild As Young Bulls.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive Me Back, When Gold And Silver Becks Me To Come On.