To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.