“I am sore wounded but not slainI will lay me down and bleed a whileAnd then rise up to fight again”

“If others in the same Glass better see 'Tis for Themselves they look, but not for me: For my Salvation must its Doom receive Not from what others, but what I believe.”

“Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.”

“Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.”

“I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.”

“Where'e're I go, my Soul shall stay with thee:'Tis but my Shadow I take away...”

“Fight on my men,"says Sir Andrew Barton,I am hurt,but I am not slain;I'll lay me down and bleed a-while,And then I'll rise and fight again".”