The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

By My Troth, I Care Not; A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God A Death And Let It Go Which Way It Will He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.