I Can Give The Loser Leave To

The Breaking Of So Great A Thing Should Make A Greater Crack: The Round World Should Have Shook Lions Into Civil Streets, And Citizens To Their Dens.

They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

This Is No Time To Lend Money, Especially Upon Bare Friendship Without Security.

I Am Afeard There Are Few Die Well That Die In Battle, For How Can They Charitably Dispose Of Anything When Blood Is Their Argument?

Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive Me Back, When Gold And Silver Becks Me To Come On.