Good wine needs no bush.
For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.
It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Take you me for a sponge?