Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil.
All delays are dangerous in war.
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.