βBoldness be my friend.β
βGet thee to a nunnery.β
βWolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.β
βWhat, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.β
βI am not bound to please thee with my answer.β
βAway, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!β
βDonβt wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.β
βBe bold, proclaim it everywhere: They only live who dare.β
βDaring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.β