The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow