If We Are True To Ourselves, We

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men; There Be Land-rats And Water-rats, Water-thieves And Land-thieves, I Mean Pirates, And Thenthere Is The Peril Of Waters, Winds, And Rocks.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.