When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance o >>
When we are born we cry that we are come.. to this great stage of fool >>
When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness giv >>
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for >>
Modesty is the color of virtue. >>
He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle. >>
We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.