There Are No Tricks In Plain And

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me

If He Be So Resolved, I Can O'ersway Him; For He Loves To Hear That Unicorns May Be Betrayed With Trees And Bears With Glasses, Elephants With Holes, Lions With Toils, And Men With Flatterers

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.