Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.