Must! Is Must A Word To Be

Though The Sex To Which I Belong Is Considered Weak You Will Nevertheless Find Me A Rock That Bends To No Wind.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

I Observe And Remain Silent.

I Am More Afraid Of Making A Fault In My Latin Than Of The Kings Of Spain, France, Scotland, The Whole House Of Guise, And All Of Their Confederates.

It Is Monstrous That The Feet Should Direct The Head.