A Pretty Face May Be Enough To

Oh! Blame Not The Bard.

Those Among Them That Have Not Received Our Religion Do Not Fright Any From It, And Use None Ill That Goes Over To It, So That All The While I Was There One Man Was Only Punished On This Occasion.

On His Mounting The Scaffold To Be Beheaded: 'i Pray You, Master Lieutenant, See Me Safely Up, And For My Coming Down, Let Me Shift For Myself.' To The Executioner: 'pick Up Thy Spirits, Man, And Be Not Afraid To Do Thyne Office; My Neck Is Very Short; Take Heed, Therefore Thou Strike Not Awry, For Saving Of Thyne Honesty.'

A Drowning Man Will Clutch At A Straw.

I Would Uphold The Law If For No Other Reason But To Protect Myself.