When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

How my achievements mock me!

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.