So May He Rest, His Faults Lie

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

Rich Honesty Dwells Like A Miser, Sir, In A Poor House; As Your Pearl In Your Foul Oyster.

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.