Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.