Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be, first be he true, for truth doth truth deserve.
Either I will find a way, or I will make one.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.
To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.
Reason cannot show itself more reasonable than to cease reasoning on things above reason.