Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.