I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.