I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

Give Them Great Meals Of Beef And Iron And Steel, They Will Eat Like Wolves And Fight Like Devils.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of Faults.

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.