Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Great actions speak great minds.
Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.
Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.