Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.

For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

The propriety of thoughts and words, which are the hidden beauties of a play, are but confusedly judged in the vehemence of action.

The fortitude of a Christian consists in patience, not in enterprises which the poets call heroic, and which are commonly the effects of interest, pride and worldly honor.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

All empire is no more than power in trust.