In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

You Must Confine Yourself Within The Modest Limits Of Order.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Truly, I Would Not Hang A Dog By My Will, Much More A Man Who Hath Any Honesty In Him.