Blood Will Have Blood.

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.