O Heaven! That One Might Read The

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

England Is Safe, If True Within Itself.

Men That Hazard All Do It In Hope Of Fair Advantages: A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.