Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.