Travelers Must Be Content.

For Oaths Are Straws, Men's Faiths Are Wafer-cakes, And Hold-fast Is The Only Dog.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.