Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice

Cupid Makes It His Sport To Pull The Warrior's Plum.

In The Truly Great, Virtue Governs With The Sceptre Of Knowledge.

There Is A Certain Delicacy Which In Yielding Conquers; And With A Pitiful Look Makes One Find Cause To Crave Help One's Self.

If Any Sensual Weakness Arise, We Are To Yield All Our Sound Forces To The Overthrowing Of So Unnatural A Rebellion; Wherein How Can We Want Courage, Since We Are To Deal Against So Feeble An Adversary, That In Itself Is Nothing But Weakness? Nay, We Are To Resolve That If Reason Direct It, We Must Do It, And If We Must Do It, We Will Do It; For To Say "i Cannot" Is Childish, And "i Will Not" Is Womanish.

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?