āBy doubting we come at truth.ā
āWere floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.ā
āPrudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.]ā
āThere is nothing proper about what you are doing, soldier, but do try to kill me properly.ā
āNo sober person dances.ā
āA thankful heart is the greatest virtue.ā
āThe wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst.ā
āDoubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.ā
āModest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.ā