Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

My heart is ever at your service.

The prize of all too precious you.

Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

The best is yet to come.