No man is wise or safe, but he that is honest.

If all the world and love were young,And truth in every shepherd's tongue,These pretty pleasures might me moveTo live with thee and be thy Love.

So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing — Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing —Stab at thee he that will,No stab the soul can kill.

[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.

Whosoever, in writing a modern history, shall follow truth too near the heels, it may happily strike out his teeth.

O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet [Here lies]!

Even such is time, that takes on trustOur youth, our joys, our all we have,And pays us but with earth and dust;Who, in the dark and silent grave,When we have wandered all our ways,Shuts up the story of our days;But from this earth, this grave, this dustMy God shall raise me up, I trust!

Cowards fear to die; but courage stout,Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.