Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.

It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.

Courage ought to be guided by skill, and skill armed by courage. Neither should hardiness darken wit, nor wit cool hardiness. Be valiant as men despising death, but confident as unwonted to be overcome.

Friendship is made fast by interwoven benefits.

Remember always, that man is a creature whose reason is often darkened with error.

Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.