I Am A Feather For Each Wind

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.

A Light Heart Lives Long.

Twas Never Merry World Since Lowly Feigning Was Called Compliment.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean