Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

May Never Glorious Sun Reflex His Beams Upon The Country Where You Make Abode! But Darkness And The Gloomy Shade Of Death Environ You Till Mischief And Despair Drive You To Break Your Necks Or Hang Yourselves.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.