“What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal…”

“And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.”

“Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move; For fools admire, but men of sense approve.”

“Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we see,…”

“Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.”

“A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him…”