He That Is Giddy Thinks The World

Press Not A Falling Man Too Far; 'tis Virtue: His Faults Lie Open To The Laws; Let Them, Not You, Correct Him.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.