My Heart Laments That Virtue

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.