Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.
Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.