Pardon's The Word To All.

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

Take Pains. Be Perfect.

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.