Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink

Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.

You learn nothing about someone by the way they win the fight, you learn everything about the way they lose and keep coming back.

Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.

Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.

Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.

Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.