He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

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.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.