For This Relief, Much Thanks

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold When Yellow Leaves, Or None, Or Few, Do Hang Upon Those Boughs Which Shake Against The Cold, Bare Ruin'd Choirs, Where Late The Sweet Birds Sang. In Me Thou Seest The Twilight Of Such Day, As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By-and-by Black Night Doth Take Away.

There Is No Love-broker In The World Can More Prevail In Man's Commendation With Woman Than Report Of Valor.

To Do A Great Right Do A Little Wrong.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.