My Memory Is So Bad That Many

I Know Who I Am And Who I May Be, If I Choose.

Love And War Are The Same Thing, And Stratagems And Policy Are As Allowable In The One As In The Other.

Whom God Loves, His House Is Sweet To Him.

Now Blessings Light On Him That First Invented This Same Sleep. It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak.

A Stout Heart Breaks Bad Luck.