To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is

No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

I Was Born A Scotsman And A Bare One. Therefore I Was Born To Fight My Way In The World.

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

Honour Is A Homicide And A Bloodspiller, That Gangs About Making Frays In The Street; But Credit Is A Decent Honest Man, That Sits At Hame And Makes The Pat Play.