He That Dies Pays All Debts.

Prophet May You Be! If I Be False, Or Swerve A Hair From Truth, When Time Is Old And Hath Forgot Itself, When Waterdrops Have Worn The Stones Of Troy, And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up, And Mighty States Characterless Are Grated To Dusty Nothing, Yet Let Memory, From False To False, Among False Maids In Love, Upbraid My Falsehood!

The Voice Of Parents Is The Voice Of Gods, For To Their Children They Are Heaven's Lieutenants.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.