Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineer Hoist With His Own Petar; And't Shall Go Hard But I Will Delve One Yard Below Their Mines And Blow Them At The Moon.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition