If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.