Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

The Better Part Of Valor Is Discretion, In The Which Better Part I Have Saved My Life.