Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily... Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.