All Gold And Silver Rather Turn To

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Avaunt, You Cullions!

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.