Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

Cry "havoc!" And Let Loose The Dogs Of War, That This Foul Deed Shall Smell Above The Earth With Carrion Men, Groaning For Burial.

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.