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.

Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.

Let no man under value the price of a virtuous woman's counsel.

Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.

Ignorance is the mother of admiration.