Scoffing cometh not of wisdom.
Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.
As well the soldier dieth who standeth still as he that gives the bravest onset.
Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.
Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.
Weigh not so much what men assert, as what they prove. Truth is simple and naked, and needs not invention to apparel her comeliness.