If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.