Other's follies teach us not nor much their wisdom teaches; and most, of sterling worth, is what our own experience preaches
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death,/ Nor can I dream of thee as dead.
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels
This is England's greatest son,/ He that gained a hundred fights,/ Nor ever lost an English gun.
He never sold the truth to serve the hour, nor paltered with Eternal God for power.
The saddest thing about any man is that he be ignorant, and the most exciting thing is that he knows.