Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.
The truly great and good, in affliction, bear a countenance more princely than they are wont; for it is the temper of the highest hearts, like the palm-tree, to strive most upwards when it is most burdened.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.
As well the soldier dieth who standeth still as he that gives the bravest onset.