Let Every Man Be Master Of His

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.