An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Danger, the spur of all great minds.
Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.
Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.