As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
Words writ in waters.
I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
Tis immortality to die aspiring.
There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good.