To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.

I seek no better warrant than my own, conscience.

For the uttering sweetly and properly the conceit of the mind, English hath it equally with any other tongue in the world.

Contentions for trifles can get but a trifling victory.

Fortify courage with the true rampart of patience.

A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.

As well the soldier dieth who standeth still as he that gives the bravest onset.