"And from the terror of his countenance, who durst not behold him, that was yet so fair, and lovely to look upon, had not his great transgression chang'd him."

"I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and seeks her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, …"

"Thrice happy men, to whom the Gods have given Such means of bliss!"

"To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering."

"They also serve who only stand and wait."