But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.

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

He must needs go that the devil drives.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

Time is the king of men.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo