Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.
One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.
A man in armor is his armor's slave.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.