When You Fear A Foe, Fear Crushes

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.