The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.