Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

News as wholesome as the morning air.

An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.

Tis immortality to die aspiring.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

An ill weed grows apace.

The best way to accomplish something is to just do it, and then find the courage afterward.