Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

His Forward Voice Now Is To Speak Well Of His Friend. His Backward Voice Is To Utter Foul Speeches And To Detract.