Thou Hast Not Half That Power To

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.