I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.