One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.