Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and four times he who gets his fist in fust

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

The wheel that squeaks the loudest is the one that gets the grease.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

Credit is like chastity, they can both stand temptation better than suspicion