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.

Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.

We inherit nothing truly, but what our actions make us worthy of.

Pure innovation is more gross than error.

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

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.

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