Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate

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

In The Clear Mind Of Virtue Treason Can Find No Hiding-place.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

A Brave Captain Is As A Root, Out Of Which, As Branches, The Courage Of His Soldiers Doth Spring.

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