Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
For it is easier to shout 'Stop', than to do it
It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.
There is no ship now that can bear me hence
The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!