Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.

I Find The Medicine Worse Than The Malady.

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.

'tis Virtue, And Not Birth That Makes Us Noble: Great Actions Speak Great Minds, And Such Should Govern.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit; There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It. And 'tis Late And Cold, Stir Up The Fire; Sit Close And Draw The Table Nigher; Be Merry And Drink Wine That Is Old, A Hearty Medicine 'gainst The Cold.