Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.
Give tribute, but not oblation, to human wisdom.
Gold can gild a rotten stick, and dirt sully an ingot.
The heavens do not send good haps in handfuls; but let us pick out our good by little, and with care, from out much bad, that still our little world may know its king.
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.