Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme
Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.
Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.
Where shame is, there is also fear.