There's Place And Means For Every Man

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

The Crow Doth Sing As Sweetly As The Lark When Neither Is Attended; And I Think The Nightingale, If She Should Sing By Day When Every Goose Is Cackling, Would Be Thought No Better A Musician Than The Wren. How Many Thing By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

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

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.