How blinde is pride! what eagles we are still In matters that belong to other men, What beetles in our own! - George Chapman

'Tis immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.

Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her
Is righted even when men grant they err.

Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on 't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia]; for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.