While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue

No, By My Soul, I Never In My Life Did Hear A Challenge Urged More Modestly, Unless A Brother Should A Brother Dare To Gentle Exercise And Proof Of Arms.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

Before Thee Stands This Fair Hesperides, With Golden Fruit, But Dangerous To Be Touched; For Death-like Dragons Here Affright Thee Hard.