There Is Flattery In Friendship.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things Forgotten.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse, As Patches Set Upon A Little Breach, Discredit More In Hiding Of The Fault Than Did The Fault Before It Was So Patch'd.