Had I Been Crested, Not Cloven, My

A Strength To Harm Is Perilous In The Hand Of An Ambitious Head.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

The End Crowneth The Work.

Must! Is Must A Word To Be Addressed To Princes? Little Man, Little Man! Thy Father, If He Had Been Alive, Durst Not Have Used That Word.

God Has Given Such Brave Soldiers To This Crown That, If They Do Not Frighten Our Neighbours, At Least They Prevent Us From Being Frightened By Them.