The Truly Valiant Dare Everything But Doing

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.

Anger, The Stoics Said, Was A Short Madness.

For The Uttering Sweetly And Properly The Conceit Of The Mind, English Hath It Equally With Any Other Tongue In The World.

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

We Become Willing Servants To The Good By The Bonds Their Virtues Lay Upon Us.