When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.
The sacred influence of light appears.
Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.
Equally inured by moderation either state to bear, prosperous or adverse.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.
The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down – vast monument of strength.
For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
Believe and be confirmed.
The virtuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.
All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.
The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.
Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.
Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.
And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Faithful found among the faithless.
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.