A Noble Cause Doth Ease Much A

Fearfulness, Contrary To All Other Vices, Maketh A Man Think The Better Of Another, The Worse Of Himself.

High Honor Is Not Only Gotten And Born By Pain And Danger, But Must Be Nursed By The Like, Else It Vanisheth As Soon As It Appears To The World.

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice Than Death To True Courage.

As The Love Of The Heavens Makes Us Heavenly, The Love Of Virtue Virtuous, So Doth The Love Of The World Make One Become Worldly.