It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

Ambition, the soldier's virtue.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.