I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The Fire With Good Old Folks, And Let Them Tell Thee Tales Of Woeful Ages, Long Ago Betid

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.