Grief makes one hour ten.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

Be not afraid of greatness.

A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.

You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.