Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Young Men Think Old Men Are Fools, But Old Men Know Young Men Are Fools.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

Archers Ever Have Two Strings To Bow; And Shall Great Cupid (archer Of Archers Both In Men And Women), Be Worse Provided Than A Common Archer?