Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Hushed as midnight silence.

Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.

I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.