More Matter With Less Art.

Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive Me Back, When Gold And Silver Becks Me To Come On.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood, Disguise Fair Nature With Hard-favour'd Rage; Then Lend The Eye A Terrible Aspect; . . . . Now Set The Teeth And Stretch The Nostril Wide, Hold Hard The Breath And Bend Up Every Spirit To His Full Height. On, On, You Noblest English.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.