God has appointed us captains of this our bodily fort, which, without treason to that majesty, are never to be delivered over till they are demanded.
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.
Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.
A brave captain is as a root, out of which, as branches, the courage of his soldiers doth spring.
Cupid makes it his sport to pull the warrior's plum.