Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
Hate pollutes the mind.
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.