"He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honorablest things."

"God doth not need either man's work or his own gifts; who best bear his mild yoke, they serve him best."

"They also serve who only stand and wait."

"What if the sun be dark’ned in his sphere, And with no chearful ray salute the spring?"

"What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and courage never to submit or yield: and what is else not to be overcome?"