Who Can Love To Walk In The

The People Would Be Just As Noisy If They Were Going To See Me Hanged.

He Who Stops Being Better Stops Being Good.

On Becoming Soldiers We Have Not Ceased To Be Citizens.

I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living Neither In Any Considerable Height Nor Yet In Obscurity.

No One Rises So High As He Who Knows Not Whither He Is Going. Not Only Strike While The Iron Is Hot, But Make It Hot By Striking. Do Not Trust The Cheering, For Those Persons Would Shout As Much If You Or I Were Going To Be Hanged.