Fair Words Never Hurt The Tongue.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Man Is A Torch Borne In The Wind; A Dream But Of A Shadow, Summed With All His Substance.

An Englishman, Being Flattered, Is A Lamb; Threatened, A Lion.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If A Man Were Taken Quick To Heaven.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.