Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

The Better Part Of Valor Is Discretion, In The Which Better Part I Have Saved My Life.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.