Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back Wherein He Puts Alms For Oblivion, A Great-sized Monster Of Ingratitudes: Those Scraps Are Good Deeds Past, Which Are Devour'd As Fast As They Are Made, Forgot As Soon As Done.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.