Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
Great actions speak great minds.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.
'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.
The coward's weapon, poison.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.