If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.

Hang Irish harpers wherever found.

Much suspected by me, Nothing proved can be

Be of good cheer, for you will never want, for the bullet was meant for me, though it hit you.

I don't keep a dog and bark myself.

Prosperity provideth, but adversity proveth friends.

Let tyrants fear, I have always so behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength and safeguard in the loyal hearts and good-will of my subjects.