Fill All Thy Bones With

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.