'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.

Great actions speak great minds.

Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.