God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.