Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady.

Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

Whether The Pitcher Hits The Stone Or The Stone Hits The Pitcher, It Goes Ill With The Pitcher.

Journey Over All The Universe In A Map, Without The Expense And Fatigue Of Traveling, Without Suffering The Inconveniences Of Heat, Cold, Hunger, And Thirst.

We Are All As God Made Us And Frequently Much Worse.

'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.