Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

Yes, Faith; It Is My Cousin's Duty To Make Curtsy And Say 'father, As It Please You.' But Yet For All That, Cousin, Let Him Be A Handsome Fellow, Or Else Make Another Curtsy And Say 'father, As It Please Me.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure.