The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.