Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Speak To Me As To Thy Thinkings, As Thou Dost Ruminate, And Give Thy Worst Of Thoughts The Worst Of Words.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.