Let None Presume To Wear

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood, Disguise Fair Nature With Hard-favour'd Rage; Then Lend The Eye A Terrible Aspect; . . . . Now Set The Teeth And Stretch The Nostril Wide, Hold Hard The Breath And Bend Up Every Spirit To His Full Height. On, On, You Noblest English.

Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

Love Goes Toward Love.