Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.

I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

What else may hap, to time I will commit.

Your praises will become your wages.

I came, saw, and overcame.