O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!
There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.
It is not good to wake a sleeping lion.
Friendship is made fast by interwoven benefits.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
Whatever comes out of despair cannot bear the title of valor, which should be lifted up to such a height that holding all things under itself, it should be able to maintain its greatness, even in the midst of miseries.