Be just, and fear not.

Good things should be praised.

Life's uncertain voyage.

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.