The First Mark Of Valor Is Defence.

Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest Bed; A Chamber Deafe Of Noise, And Blind Of Light, A Rosie Garland And A Weary Hed.

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

Whatever Comes Out Of Despair Cannot Bear The Title Of Valor, Which Should Be Lifted Up To Such A Height That Holding All Things Under Itself, It Should Be Able To Maintain Its Greatness, Even In The Midst Of Miseries.

The Judgment Of The World Stands Upon Matter Of Fortune.

Gold Can Gild A Rotten Stick, And Dirt Sully An Ingot.