I Love Thee; None But Thee, And

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Liberty Plucks Justice By The Nose; The Baby Beats The Nurse, And Quite Athwart Goes All Decorum.

Though It Be Honest, It Is Never Good To Bring Bad News.